The night was deep and quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around the palace like a heavy curtain. The Empress slept soundly, one arm resting on the blanket, breath steady.
Then—
She felt it.
A gaze.
Sharp. Focused. Unmoving.
Her brows knitted even in sleep, a strange unease crawling up her spine. Slowly, she opened her eyes—
And screamed.
"AAAAH—!!"
Three shadows stood right beside her bed.
Three faces hovered in the dim light.
Three pairs of eyes stared at her as if they had just seen the most terrifying thing in existence.
Her three ghosts.
"AAAAH—!!"
They screamed back at the exact same time.
The room exploded with noise.
The Empress clutched the blanket. Fen Yu shrieked and nearly fell backward. Wei Rong instinctively reached for a sword that didn't exist. Li Shen floated straight up in panic.
It was complete chaos.
"What is WRONG with you?!" the Empress yelled.
"You screamed first!" Fen Yu cried.
"YOU were staring!" Wei Rong snapped.
